Breaking His Rules by R.C. Matthews

Author:R.C. Matthews [Matthews, R.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781944925628
Google: n_cjDAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B01FGRG5SW
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Published: 2016-05-18T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

We’ve Got Tonight

The view of Chicago from Damon’s penthouse rivaled that of Cité. In fact—it was better—because nothing stood between me and the brilliant skyline. The night air was chilly, but I couldn’t resist the temptation of the balcony nuzzled between the living room and master bedroom.

Damon Baxter certainly enjoyed everything money could buy and he didn’t try to hide it—from nightclubs, to fast cars, and a penthouse suite with his own private gym. The contrast between the billionaire playboy and the man eating Italian beef at Sydney’s Bistro & Bar was striking. And more than a little confusing. I could fall hard for the piano-dueling singer.

A small shudder rippled through me when Damon snaked his arm around my waist. He kissed my neck and placed a glass of beer into my hand. “I thought you might like a drink. You should stick to beer.”

He was so bossy sometimes. What if I didn’t want beer? I wondered if he consciously made decisions on my behalf, or if he did it out of habit. As a business owner, he made decisions every day and answered to no one. Was he even aware of it? I decided it didn’t matter. We were here to fuck, not debate his quirks.

“What a breathtaking view,” I said with a sigh and leaned against him. “I could stare at it all night.”

“My thoughts exactly,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

Glancing back, I found him gazing at me.

My lips curved up. “I meant the city.”

“Who cares about the city when I can have you?” His lips teased mine in a slow and tantalizing kiss. I rubbed my bottom against his crotch and he groaned, taking our kiss from sultry to sizzling.

“Samantha,” he said with a hint of warning, “you’re going to be flat on your back in five seconds if you tease me like that.”

I turned in his embrace and pressed my tits hard against him. “What’re you waiting for? Your cock isn’t going to come on its own.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “That dirty little mouth of yours is killing me. Sure you don’t want to finish your drink in the living room?” He grabbed the glass out of my hands and sipped. It was an intimate gesture and, dammit, I really liked it. “Once we head into the bedroom,” he continued, “we’re not coming out until morning.”

Bossy. Bossy. “You’re like a caveman.” I took my beer back for a gulp. Foam stuck to my upper lip and I licked it away, smiling as he honed in on the movement of my tongue. “You have a nasty habit of making executive decisions.”

A lewd grin spread across his face. He set my glass on the patio table and then threw me over his shoulder with a resounding smack on my ass. “That’s because I am an executive. And right now,” he said, circling his flat palm across my ass, “I’m making the executive decision to rip your clothes off and have my nasty way with you.

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